MILITARY-ONE

Current Survivors (Left to right): 
(I decided to name everyone what they should have been named at birth because that's how the world works now)

Casual Jim

Captain Fuck-You

Doc Runts

Psycho-Bob

REPORT 100201 

DATE: 20/08/2011

KEY EVENTS:

We run out of cheese. I like cheese and I don't like running out of it. This must become PRIORITY ONE. Preferably those cheese slices in plastic sheets because they remind me of life on the farm and dew on the grass on a clear summers morning and all that shit. Doesn't remind me of ACTUAL shit because I don't like eating that and I like eating cheese. If I enjoyed eating shit I would be a very happy man because we have lots of shit. Technically we contain tiny shit-making factories inside of us. Might be useful if we ever encounter a trade situation where they want shit. Also sperm. 

Also discovered a civilian who calls himself Thomas on the roads heading out of Chelmsford. We took an instant liking to him because he had a bag of drugs. Drugs are almost as good as cheese these days. Didn't like his hair though - looks like a fag. Fags like shit don't they? Must make a mental note to see if he wants ours, might be a successful and prosperous trade relationship. Might make him take it anyway, something about a man carrying a bag of my shit which is hilarious. Another mental note.

Good news! Apparently fag-boy is with two more survivors near here. And guess what? One of them is a WOMAN. Might have to go 'rescue' her. If shes been around fags the whole time I'm sure she'll appreciate being around some real men for a while if you know what I mean. 

Scrap previous rescue plans - fag-boy left her with a bitten. She'll most likely be zombie food by now and probably less attractive (or more! Sometimes having a womans face bitten off is an improvement). Couldn't hurt to send some a couple of scouts and have a look. Plus, she might have some cheese! Tomorrow could possibly be the best day ever?

Signing off

Captain Fuck-You.

Entry 6 - Maslow

CURRENT SURVIVORS:

 
I've been thinking a lot about purpose lately. What exactly am I surviving for? What exactly am I living for?

This made me think about pre-apocalypse days; what exactly was my purpose back then? The more I think the more I realise I have no idea. A career? I had one because that's what I was supposed to be doing and everyone else had one. Money had no value to me - having things were nice but it wasn't important. Others were determined to be the best, reach the top, be the smartest. And why? Just for the sake of it I think, feeling important and powerful by affirmations from others. Successful for successfuls sake. It just seems so pointless in retrospect.

A relationship? Sure it was nice but I don't believe my personal value should be dependent on another person. Making the world a better place? I don't believe many people do that for reasons that aren't selfish. True altruism is questionable, as much as I want it to exist. If I were to have done it, it would have been for the status, the attention and the feel-good factor. Are results more important than motivations and intentions? When it comes to self-worth I would say yes, definately. I realise now I had no meaningful goals. I had goals, sure. But they were provided by the autonomous, self-valued society I lived in. Now that society is gone it all seems a bit odd.

Maslow was a psychologist who proposed we can't have motivation to seek things like purpose and self-worth without first meeting our basic needs, such as safety and food. Well, these post-apocalypse days are the perfect test for this, basic needs are in a bit of short supply. So, surely I should be focusing on survival and ignoring the bigger picture for now? In truth, I have been focusing on survival. In these days Maslow's pyramid of needs is up-side down. I know my purpose: survive. Survive to keep our species alive. Survive to keep alive culture, knowledge, morals, intelligence. Is that not one of the greatest purposes ever? I needed an apocalypse to truly realise myself. Or maybe Maslow was right all along? This is me focusing on what Maslow said was basic needs. I confuse myself.

Anyway, still no sign of Thomas. Maybe I was a little quick to assume he's abandoned me. I'm now worried he might have run into trouble. Still, I'm in no rush. I'm going to wait at least a few days longer, although I might need to go find some supplies soon. Still no sign of Chris yet either...

Still surviving,
Katherine

P.S. I found an old newspaper clipping from pre-apocalypse days. I'm thinking of collecting these things, we'll see.

+ 2 NEWS PAPER CLIPPINGS FOUND

Entry 5 - Bitten (Day 4)

CURRENT SURVIVORS:

This was a huge mistake, but it's now too late. Thomas still hasn't returned and now I'm beginning to think he's abandoned me. I'm alone here.

Chris is gone. He started calling out for someone called Susan, he's never spoken about her before. He didn't recognise me at all, when Susan didn't come he claimed I had harmed her and in his confusion he turned violent. He hit me. I locked him in one of the bedrooms upstairs and hoped he didn't make too much noise. He didn't. When I checked on him a couple of hours later, he was just sitting there on the floor, dribbling and staring into space. About an hour later he turned. It was like nothing I've seen before. He was a zombie, but it was different. He didn't die. It would of been better if he had.

I now understand there is a difference between the zombies which are the infected dead, what we've seen so far, and the infected living. He was FAST. Actually fast. Not the shambling idiots I'm used to. Impossibly strong too, he tore through the bedroom door and then minced the barricaded front door. There were bits of wood and blood everywhere. He had bled. Normal Zombies don't bleed. If he had seen me I would be dead. I managed to hide in one of the rooms downstairs when I heard the bedroom door being smashed. I peeked through a slant in the window and saw him running down the hill. A whole more dangerous zombie. Why haven't we seen this before? Maybe because people don't usually survive a zombie attack. I've also been caring for him, keeping him alive.

I reblocked the front door with everything I could find, I'll use the back door for the time being. I'm going to wait a bit longer for Thomas. He's the only thing I have left now, I can't leave. Please don't let him have abandoned me. I'm scared. Whatever Chris has become is still out there somewhere.

Still surviving
Katherine

NEW ZOMBIE DISCOVERED